| Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
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| Momentary bliss
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| We could do so much better than this
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| Emotionally in fences and momentary bliss
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| We could do so much better than this
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| Oh, Rita, oh, Rita
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| Your potential, you lack credentials
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| And you are special, so fucking special
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| Oh, how you need it, oh, how you're needed
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| And you keep squeezing the truth from the middle
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| You parted seas, but your arches, they ain't golden
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| And you was gangin' for some gags and now you're rollin'
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| Best you shut your trap and keep it hush
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| On another note, compliments make me blush
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| There's a hole in your pocket, so you cannot find the change
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| Cavern of your mind, you say your pattern
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| You pull your strings and you jump, hold your mouth and you say:
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| "What was scripted, the day before it happened?"
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| We all give applause when people look and pause
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| But on the way out and get your back in
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| See, everything in life ain't silver and gold
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| But minin' for metal gave you platinum
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| It makes me sick to think you ain't happy in your skin
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| It's weird, a thing to think light bulb don't blink
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| Just flickers to them, then it pops and withers
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| You're a Turkey Twizzler, you deserve school dinners
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| Makes me sick
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| Poster boy (Ayy)
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| Poster girl (Rita)
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| Truth, the bills (The bills)
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| Must be paid (Yeah, yeah, alright)
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| Poster boy (Yeah, alright)
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| Poster girl (Ah, that's time)
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| The truth, the bills, they must be paid (Uh-huh)
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| And what is left and sorta atypical
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| All you need to change your face
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| You're gettin' sold, it's such a waste
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| You know, we could do so much better than this
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| Swimmin' in pools of momentary bliss
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| Where you gotta find a family 'cause everybody taken
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| They worry you keep on adding
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| I think you gotta crawl
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| It makes me sick to think you ain't happy in your skin
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| It's weird, a thing to think light bulb don't blink
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| Just flickers to them, then it pops and withers
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| You're a Turkey Twizzler, you deserve school dinners
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| It makes me sick to think you ain't happy in your skin
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| It's weird, a thing to think light bulbs don't blink
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| Just flickers to them, then it pops and withers
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| You're a Turkey Twizzler, you deserve school dinners
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| Makes me sick
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| We could do so much better than this
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| Emotionally in fences and momentary bliss
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| We could do so much better than this
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| Oh, Rita, oh, Rita
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| We could do so much better than this
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| Perfect little pictures of moments that we missed
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| We could do so much better than this
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| Oh, Rita, oh, Rita |